Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 570:

With trembling hands, she reached for his waistband, mentally preparing herself for a quick removal. As she shut her eyes and steeled herself to proceed, he interrupted the tense silence. “I didn’t say you could close your eyes. Do you think you can just strip me and leave? Rachel, don’t be so naive. Nothing is that simple.”

“What more do you want from me?” she asked, her voice tight with frustration.

He moved in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, “I want you to bathe me, just like old times.”

“But we’re not together anymore. You have someone else now. Isn’t this inappropriate?”

“I never pretended to be a faithful man,” Brian responded. Moreover, he had never explicitly stated he was involved with Tracy; Rachel had simply assumed it was the case.

Repeatedly, Rachel felt the urge to leave, but the thought of Jeffrey compelled her to stay. However, as Brian’s demands increased and he offered no support, she felt herself pushed to the brink.

“Mr. White, you’ve always carried yourself with pride. When we parted ways, you saw it as a blow to your dignity, leaving you compromised. I’m aware you harbor resentment towards me. Do what you will with me, but Jeffrey is blameless. Please, release him. He’s been locked away for too long, and it’s breaking him,” Rachel pleaded with Brian, tears cascading down her cheeks.

At the sight of her tears, something inside Brian softened.

“Go,” he said quietly.

“Is that a yes?” Rachel searched his face, her eyes still full of tears.

Without another word, Brian abruptly shut the door.

Of course Rachel wasn’t leaving. Leaving would mean giving up all hope for Jeffrey.

She realised that Brian was crucial to Jeffrey’s release and her approach had to be one of supplication.

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At one point Ronald entered the room.

“Mr White, your clothes have arrived.”

“Have her bring them in,” Brian ordered, referring to Rachel without giving her name.noveldrama

“Could you…” Ronald hesitated, unsure if Rachel would agree.

“It’s OK, I’ll do it.” Taking the clothes from him, Rachel approached the door and called out, “Could you open the door a little? ” At her request, the door opened just enough.

Holding the bag of clothes, Rachel reached her arm through the opening to hand it to him. As she was about to speak, her wrist was suddenly grabbed and in one swift movement she found herself being pulled inside.

Before she could react, she was standing next to Brian in the shower, both of them drenched as the water poured down.

Her soaked blouse clung to her form, becoming transparent against her skin.

When she raised her gaze, droplets on her face, she was abruptly met with a fierce kiss, his intent seeming to melt her into him.

“Brian…” She tried to protest, but her voice failed her.

Pinned against the wall, she was completely overwhelmed by his presence. Despite his recent injuries, his strength was formidable and she found herself unable to resist. He secured her arms and legs with a firm grip. His kisses were desperate and deep, forcing her mouth open in a dominating and unyielding manner. He seemed to be driven by the fear that she might disappear if he hesitated for a moment. Rachel’s efforts to resist only resulted in muffled sobs and soft cries.

Her screams seemed to intensify his fervour, especially in the steam-filled, confined space where his restraint was beginning to slip.

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